That Ryan didn't want to talk to any of them after the auction was understandable. Sort of. However, Jamie had expected the silent treatment to end when on the seventeenth day, they gathered to go after that resurrected terror cell. Boy, had he been wrong. Another fifty-five days of radio silence followed during which it began to dawn on him that Ryan wasn't going to let go of that grudge unless something was done to set things right again.
And now was the time to do it because, well, just because.
The problem was that neither of them seemed to be particularly good at mending fences. But buying your friend a drink was 'doing something nice', wasn't it? And Ryan didn't tell him to go frak himself so it was a good start. Whatever else needed to be done, National Security could figure out during the evening.
"Hey," Jamie said, leaving the 'it's been a while' unsaid and smiled. "What are you having?"